The Buried Wife

The spade hit something solid, probably wooden. But he was not surprised. He would have been much more surprised if there were nothing in the grave. That would mean someone had taken her already. A couple of years ago, when they were in high school, he exasperated her to madness by his love to her. She laughed at him, and so did all the rest in their small town. At first he wanted to “pay” her by catching her late at night and raping. Then he decided to leave the town. But he couldn’t. And one day it was all over: she overdosed and died. So she’s at the cemetery. That is to say, she was there, but he dug her out and placed the coffin in his car. He was very careful.

Arriving at a small forsaken house in the woods, where he used to spend his free time. He parked the car and dragged the coffin inside. Then he lit a kerosene lamp, shut all the windows and opened the coffin. Finally he saw her. She was very pale, but rigor mortis has not yet begun. She was dressed in a black dress. He took her out and put her on the bed. The body was not at all rigid, on the contrary, too weak. He wanted to kiss her. He touched her lips with his mouth, then pulled her tongue out and kissed her again. His dick felt long and hard. He tried to take her dress off, but it was sewn together, so he cut the front with a knife and then removed her lingerie, revealing a small triangle of dark hair on her crotch.

He caressed her tits, cupping them, licking the nipples – although there was no reaction to his tongue’s motions, he was very aroused. He decided to cum in her mouth. He put her against the wall and opened her mouth, then entered it with his dick. Moving to and fro, he reached ultimate pleasure. He had never felt anything like that before. He came in her mouth, and the sperm oozed down the girl’s chin.

He stood, looking at her. Suddenly he remembered how she let him down at school. This caught him on the raw. He slapped her face.

“You dirty bitch! You refused to go out with me! And now I will fuck you the night away.”

He took her hand and spit on her finger. Then slowly pushed her finger in his asshole.

“Yes, honey, yes... You’re doing it right,” he whispered as he moved the corpse’s finger in his ass.

“And now you’re going to lick your finger and tell me that you loved that,” he said after a while.

He took her hand and put the finger into her mouth, then began moving it like he did inside his ass. But she said nothing.

“Didn’t you like that?” he asked again, frowning.

He put her on the bed and lay on her. It took him some effort to push the dick in her dead pussy. It was very cold, he never expected it to be so very cold. And it was very tight. And not at all wet. Finally, he came.

He sat at the table again and, just for fun, placed her in front of him as if she were sitting and resting her head on her arm.

“You could have thanked me for all the pleasure I’ve done to you!” he said, pouring himself a drink.

And then happened something horrible. The light of the lamp went out, and the moonlight shone on the dead girl’s face. For just a second. But during that second her eyes were open! And he could swear he heard someone saying, “thank you”. It was said in a very soft voice, as if through some thick fabric.

He rushed out, naked as he was. He ran to the car, but then an idea came to his mind. He took a can and splashed some gasoline on the entrance door and inside. Then started a big bonfire and drove off. He went to the cemetery to bury the empty grave back into its original state.

Going past the burning house, he looked aside: he was too scared. He could not believe what was happening.

Arriving at the cemetery, he opened the boot and took out his spade. But when he approached the grave he saw something on the very bottom of it. Something shining like gold. he froze for a moment, and then a hard blow crashed him into the grave. The next moment all the earth lying around the open grave crashed back into the grave. He could not move a finger. And suddenly, the smell of wet earth was blocked by a different smell – the smell of burnt flesh. Something hot hugged his neck. And he heard that soft voice again:

“Now we will be together... till the end of time...”

Copyright by Imperior (2001).

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